Chloe | 24 | Bostonjohn winchester appreciation blog
Writing:smut for my networks, lighthouse au, and a ballet au
Vessels haunted by the sound of wind in tunnels, of the bottomless hum inside sea shells, deep silence at night, the scream of a million locusts under a summer sun, the smell of hot baked dirt, scared to look up at a wide starry sky or watch candles be blown out on cakes
I am unworthy, but thank you! I am honored!